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Today I woke up and tried to meet with someone the trees were whispering to me about...it didn't work out. Maybe another time. I wandered a while until I noticed Aleit dancing with a sweet little fawn, Floresta. I greeted them and moved to join them in their little dance, the fawn's movement shaking little bits of pollen off of the poppies she wore. She made a muse enough for me for a quick poem. Then we all sat and basked in the warm sunlight for a while. Then Aleit heard, in the way that deer often do, of the death of a dear friend of his, Motzart. I never knew him, but loss is always sad. I wish I could have stayed longer and given Aleit warmer comfort.


When I work, I heard Walter dancing with 21 and many others. That hadn't happened in a long time. What, a year? more?
I don't know what to feel about him sometimes. By "him," I of course mean Walter. By "sometimes" I mean "constantly." I've almost entirely written him off before tonight. Sometimes I think there must be two parts to him: a monster and a stag. The stag isn't a perfect stag; he's easily riled and he's jealous and overprotective. He's grim and he's cranky and he's strange. But he can laugh, and dance with friends. He can be warm, and walk slowly in the rain, trusting on the guidance of his friends. The demon is nothing like that, so unlike it I almost cannot reconcile the two as being the same person. I'm not sure I fully understand it, or if he does. I've seen too much of the demon, too little of the stag. And what he's done is horrible. I cannot bear to think of the pain he's caused, and that my dear friend is behind it.
...But tonight he and 21 and Aleit and Quad and Zerg and Oisin and so many deer, many of whom haven't know the better side of him, all danced together. It was a very fun time. It seems like he, at least for the moment, wants to put the darkest of his darkness behind him. I want to believe that, anyway.

But... He's hurt people, very badly.